Angel’s voice was quiet as he said, “You’ve told me lots of times. Sorry, Daddy.” They were quiet for a moment before Angel said, “I told her how much I love you, but aside from that I wouldn’t talk about you. She asked me mostly about my mom and how I grew up. I told her about the foster homes and about Sven hating me. She was very sympathetic and understanding.”
“Was she? Well, it’s her job to appear that way.”
Kael’s mood wasn’t getting any better, and he could see Angel getting edgy. The last thing he ever wanted to do was to make his boy nervous of him. Respect was one thing—respect engendered love—but fear? That was another matter. He handed Angel the remote. “Here, put something funny on.”
With a smile of what looked like relief, Angel took the remote. When he relaxed into Kael’s
